This is a song about "Chapped lips"

Where you welcome to problems

I read a cops lips once

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

While none of em are givin a fuck what comes out your fuckin lips

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

He's angry, maybe cause he wants a dick in his big lips

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Darker than a fucka lips

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

The right-to-kiss his dead wife's lips

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,